Face Value

Wherever I see

in this mad melee, 

I see face over a face;

like a lace wrapped over 

the rough mace.

Bright blue and pink to be seen,

Steely shades of grey within.

Hues of innocence all over;

Deception comes packed in a white cover.

They claimed truth, not lies,

Alas! opaque glasses covered the crafty eyes.

I thought friends came for a steal,

But forgot life for most

is no more than a deal.

That trust is rare among men and women,

promises are made to be broken.

For those who proclaimed themselves as friends,

Means meant much less to them than ends.

Naïve, was I, who could see the real face

that it is all about winning when life is a race.